ESSENCE

All these familiar places

Reminiscing from the future

While living in the present

This Dèjàvu feeling

I can not explain.

Time is always busy weaving its fabric

Like a regular customer, I buy it and wear it with pride

Old age catching on as my youthful exuberance sheds its skin

Like a relay race I look eagerly for the baton into the future

For the win, For the Win the crowd cheers.

When my time is up, and I’m old, feeble and unable to buy more time

Write my ode with your fingers on the soil that covers me

So the wind of time can lift my thoughts into the cosmos and spread the gift of a life well spent.